Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 42: Hermione and the Sorcerer’s Stone

　　 Hermione swallowed the potion in her mouth, and found that it was as cold as ice, and it suddenly penetrated all over her body. She kept walking under her feet, firmly stepping across the high wall formed by black flames.

　　 For an instant, she seemed to see nothing, and her eyes were completely dark. When she saw the light again, she was stunned.

　　What kind of magic is it to make a room look like this?

　　 is standing here, as if standing on a mirror-like calm lake—in fact, her feet are indeed on the surface of the water at this moment, but she didn't fall because of it.

　　 In the middle of this lake, there is a gray-white rock platform. At this moment, a person is standing on it.

　　 "You!" Hermione could not help but let out an exclamation as she looked at the familiar figure from behind.

　　 It was not Snape or Voldemort, but the stammering and seemingly timid Defence Against the Dark Arts professor-Quirinas Quirrell.

　　 Quirrell still wrapped his ridiculous headscarf, but since he appeared here, it inevitably made Hermione a little creepy.

　　 Quirrell turned around and smiled at Hermione who looked surprised.

　　 Now his face doesn't twitch at all, and his speech is as smooth and fluent as everyone else.

　　 "It's me," he said calmly, "I was still wondering if I would meet Potter here. But I think it's not so amazing for you—Miss Granger to be here. Surprising things."

　　 "Oh! It's you, it turns out that Snape has been watching out for you! This makes Harry mistakenly think that Snape is going to—" Hermione is obviously smarter, and because of Maca, she treats Snape Pu didn't have as much disgust as Harry.

　　 She thought about it carefully, and she almost straightened out the cause and effect.

　　 "Snape?" Quirrell laughed. This laughter was not his usual shrill tremor, but a chilling sneer.

　　"Yeah! Snape really doesn't look like a good person, does he? He is flying around like a giant bat, which is very helpful to us. If he stays there, who will What about Chiloists and professors who are skeptical, okay, and pitiful, knotted, knotted, stammering?"

　　 "No, I think Professor Dumbledore noticed it," Hermione resisted the anxiety and fear in her heart, pretending to look down at the lake, "I was right? Professor Dumbledore!"

　　 Quirrell was obviously frightened. He took a few steps back, trembling, his eyes fixed on the lake, but he didn't see anything.

　　 "No-impossible!" Quirrell said frantically, "Dumbledore has been tricked into London by me! He can't be here at this time!"

　　 "Professor Dumbledore," Hermione continued. She felt that she had been damaged by Maca, and she knew how to lie. "I think Professor Quirrell is just a ghost, he must have been tempted, otherwise I would never do this kind of behavior. After all, it is obviously impossible to steal the Philosopher’s Stone under your protection."

　　 Quirrell trembled all over, he kept leaning towards the middle of the stone platform while repeatedly saying "impossible". He knew that with Dumbledore's unfathomable magical power, he could come back at any time; or, in fact, Dumbledore didn't leave at all?

　　 "idiot!"

　　 A voice suddenly sounded somewhere behind Quirrell, and there was a frightening coldness and ruthlessness in that rough and feeble voice.

　　 "That little girl is lying to you! Dumbledore is not here at all!" The voice growled, "If you dare to escape, I will make you want to die!"

　　 Quirrell was frightened by the sound and knelt directly on the ground, trembling all over, begging for mercy.

　　 "Vol, Voldemort!" Hermione said in horror.

　　 "Get her up for me!"

　　 Voldemort roared, and Quirrell immediately waved her wand and knocked Hermione's wand into the distance with the disarming charm. Immediately, he waved again, and a magic rope instantly tied Hermione firmly.

　　 Hermione fell to the ground, but Quirrell didn't care about her anymore. Instead, he obeyed Voldemort's orders and continued to study the secrets in this room.

　　"Master, it should be right here," Quirrell said in a low voice, "There is nothing on this platform, only a sword stuck in the ground."

　　 "Pull up the sword!" Voldemort said lowly.

　　Kiluo immediately stretched out his hand when he heard the words, and grasped the sword inserted in the center of the platform, but couldn't pull it out at all.

　　 "Hmph, let me see it myself." Voldemort snorted coldly and ordered Quirrell.

　　 "But, Master... your physical strength has not recovered yet!"

　　 "This little strength...I still have it."

　　Hermione struggled, only to find that she couldn't move at all. She watched Quirrell raise her hand and untie the scarf on his head—what's the matter? The big scarf fell down, and Quirrell's bare head looked strangely small.

　　 "Oh—"

　　From Hermione’s perspective, I can easily see that Quirrell has a terrifying face on the back of his head! The color of the face was as pale as chalk, and the red eyes glowed, and underneath were two slender nostrils like snakes.

　　 Those eyes swept across Hermione, causing her to hold her breath. At the next moment, Quirrell turned around.

　　 "Um-oh, yes. Gryffindor's sword, stuck in a rock?" Voldemort's low, hoarse voice revealed a hint of mockery, "Dumbledore's trick, watching Very familiar."

　　 "Bring that little girl over and let her pull up the sword. Here, only she can do this."

　　 "Yes, Master." Quirrell answered cautiously.

　　 He walked towards Hermione, pulled the rope around her roughly, and dragged her to the side of the Gryffindor sword.

　　Hermione couldn't help looking at the sword. It was a two-handed cross sword with intricate patterns. There was also a ruby ​​on the hilt, which was shining brightly. It was inserted diagonally on the platform, and it seemed that it was not difficult to pull it out, but Qi Luo tried his best to pull it out.

　　 "The sword in the stone?" Seeing this scene, Hermione couldn't help blurting out the guesswork in her heart.

　　 "Huh, this is just a trick that Dumbledore made after imitating the story of the sword in the stone." Voldemort said disdainfully, "get it out, finish your task, don't talk too much."

　　 Hermione bit her lip and said nothing, and didn't move.

　　 "Quiro!" Voldemort roared when he saw this.

　　 "Yes, master!" Quirrell pulled Hermione up, waved her wand to loosen the rope on her, and then forced her hand to the hilt.

　　"Pull! Or, do you want Quirrell to give you an Imperius spell?"

　　 Amid Voldemort's angry roar, Hermione was really scared—she had never seen such a scary person.

　　 Moreover, she had seen some information about the Imperius in the notebook that Maca gave to Harry about Occlumency. That is an extremely terrifying spell. It can directly control the human soul, allowing the subject to do anything under the control of others.

　　Hermione held the hilt with a trembling hand, but found that the sword was surprisingly light, and she pulled it out with only a little force. The ground also shattered a lot, exposing a small space below.

　　"Hahahaha—I saw it, right below!" Voldemort laughed and said, "Quelow, take it out! It's time for you to do your work!"

　　 Quirrell turned around hurriedly, pushed Hermione's weak body away, and quickly stretched out her hand.

　　 "Oh—the Philosopher’s Stone! It’s really the Philosopher’s Stone! Master, I took it for you!" Quirrell lifted the transparent gem with a reddish color and a little golden light inside. He lowered his head so that Voldemort could see.

　　 "Hmm--hahaha--well, well done! You will get the reward you deserve." Voldemort looked at the stone happily, and the red light in his eyes deepened. "There is With it, I will be able to resurrect perfectly, and come back to this wonderful world with true immortality! Haha — uh —"

　　 Voldemort was halfway through, only to find that Hermione jumped up and slapped the stone to the ground. Voldemort forcibly controlled Quirrell's neck and raised it, watching it fall heavily to the ground, but it snapped to the ground.

　　 "No—how could it be! Little girl, I want—" Voldemort's anger reached its extreme, and he looked crazy and looked at Hermione, but suddenly stopped what he said.

　　 Hermione retreated quickly in fear. She didn't know where the courage had drove her to do this, but she knew that she was in danger.

　　 But Hermione stood by the black flame wall and waited for a while, only to find that Voldemort was not looking at her at all, but staring at the calm lake in a daze.

　　"...Sword in the stone, huh, sword in the stone?" Voldemort said bitterly, "What sword in the stone! Almost caught the old guy!"

　　 "Lord, lord, lord, yes, what's the matter, what's going on?" Quirrell was in shock~IndoMTL.com~He was really stuttering this time.

　　 "King Arthur drew the sword in the stone is good, but it helped him to the heyday, but it was not it!" Voldemort was explaining, as if talking to himself, "The sword in the stone was in a duel. Broken, and then his best friend and mentor, the wizard Merlin, took him to a lake and obtained the'Sword in the Lake' in the hands of the saint in the lake. That is the real'Sacred Sword of Broken Steel'. !"

　　 "So—that was a fake Philosopher's Stone just now, really in the lake?" Quirrell answered.

　　 "Let that stupid little girl stick the Gryffindor sword on the lake!" Voldemort roared.

　　 When Hermione saw Quirrell coming towards her, she immediately raised the wand she had just sneaked over and picked it up, but she didn't want to be knocked into the air by Quirrell again. It was obvious that she was not Quirrell's opponent at all.

　　 It seems that Quirrell’s claim that he was once an outstanding student at Hogwarts is indeed correct.

　　 "Float into the air!" A simple floating spell caused Hermione to fly into the air under his control, and then fell suddenly.

　　 When the blade of the Gryffindor sword touched the surface of the lake, Hermione immediately felt an instability at her feet, and she was immediately surrounded by cold--she fell into the water!

　　The surface of the lake gradually churned. Not long after, a red stone flew up from the lake, and Quirrell waved his magic wand into his hand.

　　 "Got it! Got it! This time it's true!" Quirrell shouted excitedly.

　　 "Thanks to that stupid little girl, hum——" Voldemort said, "What are you still doing, get out of here! Right now!"

　　Kiluo heard the words and ignored the turbulent water of the lake. He jumped into the water and swam towards the door. Not far from the side, Hermione finally sank into the water after hearing Voldemort's last words.